[The couch creaks and squeaks with every thrust, having not had to endure such rigorous activity in a while that it threatens to give way the harder John fucks Peter into the cushions. The candles and the chalk lay on the floor forgotten, just almost-gaudy decorations to add to an ambience that neither of them can see from this angle anyway, alongside his earlier mishap that brought Quill here. What matters now is just between the two of them.
He'll know that John is close the more uncoordinated and out of sync his hand is with his hips. He didn't seem to mind varying things up a bit at first, slow strokes at the base and fast tugs near the head, but he can't fuck as hard as he wants to if he's focusing on doing that. Gradually his hand stills and Peter unfortunately has to do a bit more work to get himself off while John rams him hard from behind, seeking out that sweet spot that has Peter clamping down hard around him over and over and over again.]
I'm gonna cum. [A little hoarse, a little difficult to make out amidst the horny noises Peter is making on top of the couch scratching against the floorboards, but those words were definitely uttered as John unintentionally tightens his grip around Peter's cock.]
[ If the couch breaks under them, it would have an honorable death. It would hardly be the first time the guardian breaks something while fucking, Krees don't even know their own strength sometimes and Peter makes a good distraction. Sometimes this is exactly what he needs, something raw, fast, and dirty.
His right hands sneak between his legs to cover John's own and finish what the man started. While he doesn't hear Constantine's warning properly, there's enough tell tall signs int eh change of rhythm and their urgency to make it clear enough. He's close as well, the muscles of his back and abs tensing up with every thrust. His free hand reaches back, grabbing onto Constantine's thigh, nails digging into the skin as a litany of yes, yes, yes falls from his lips.
A breathless groan escapes him when Constantine picks up the rhythm and jerks him, and Peter comes with a shout, so hard that white flashes behind his eyes. His body clamps down, ass clutching at the man's cock as he shakes through the waves of sensation. He does collapse forward then, the leather of the coach feels blessedly cold against his cheekbone. Peter's left panting while John's fucking into him, aftershocks rippling through his body and endorphins drowning his brain, only vaguely aware of the passing of time. ]
[John is still moving inside him even after they both cum, with slower and shallower thrusts while half-heartedly holding Peter down against the couch as he comes down from his high. Gradually he'll stop and pull out, but not until after Quill's stopped twitching and shivering. Of course, a part of him wants the other bloke to feel this for days. But he won't easily admit to quite so selfish or petty desires.]
You alright love? [John pets Peter on the ass a few times, laughing as he plops down unceremoniously on an unoccupied sliver of couch. He's a little tired now, but a good kind of tired. And while he's not in a hurry to throw Quill down for round two or anything, he wouldn't mind hitting the bed and indulging in a bit of light touching and comforting for a while.]
Come on, you'll be more comfortable upstairs. [And by 'you' he obviously means 'we'.]
[ John is a little bit of a bastard because Peter's already getting oversensitive, yet the Guardian doesn't complain. He likes that kind of edge too. He whines and squirms against the other man, the rippling of the post-orgasm bliss leaving him feeling weightless.
Peter hums as an answer, letting Constantine pet him before he moves, pliant and relaxed. He runs a hand through his hair to try and fix the mess. If anything, Peter only makes it worse. ]
I'm wonderful. Feel free to call me more often, magic involved or not.
[ This is the sort of worn out Peter enjoys more and he's got plans for the rest of the night if John doesn't want him gone already. It doesn't seem to be the case and Peter gives him a smile before his hand sneaks behind John's neck and he pulls him into a kiss before they have to get moving. ]
[Well, you know, he was obviously in the middle of something before he decided to fuck a taco or throw a taco shell through an experimental portal or whatever it was he claims he was doing if the state of the floor is anything to go by. But Constantine would be having his priorities arse-backwards if he's going to turn Peter away for another night slaving away to magic.
When he eventually reluctantly pulls back from the kiss, he grabs the brunette by the wrist and tries to help him up, chuckling as their bodies press together again once they're both upright. He nibbles along that stubbled jaw and presses a kiss to the corner of those irresistible lips before he tugs him along to climb up the stairs.
He almost trips over a step in his hurry to get upstairs, catching himself with a hand on the floor and laughing. Yeah, he might not be able to get it up yet, but that just means they'll have more time to make out on the bed while they recover.]
Come 'ere, you. [That bed that John is shoving Peter onto is going to see a lot of action tonight.]
[ That something can wait until tomorrow morning, in Peter's opinions. Besides, Constantine will be more relaxed, which might help him focus on his magic and avoid more food-related accidents. Peter is helping, really.
He is also leaning against John with a smile and a grateful look. Walking is a bit tricky but he will get eh hang of it in a minute. The nibbling ears John a low, pleased hum and Peter murmuring praises under his breath. As they get into the room, his hands are wandering a little because he enjoys touching his partners and it's not every day that he falls into bed with a handsome British with a silver tongue. Seriously, that accent might be one of Peter's favorite things in the world. One day he needs to coach Constantine into singing something.
He chuckles when they trip and helps John up, or maybe John is helping him, it's hard to tell. They make it to the bed eventually, or rather, Constantine pushes him into it and Peter reaches out to grab the man's arm and pulls him all over him. ]
I think I like it better without appetizers on the way. The Guardian says cheekily but his voice is low and throaty and his eyes darken.
[ It feels only natural to loop his arms around John’s neck and pull him in for another kiss. There isn't as much urgency as before but no less interest either and Peter hums into the taste of their tongues together, hot and slick when he opens his mouth wider. By the time they break apart to breathe Peter's knees are nudging either side of John's thighs and his hands slide up his shoulder, nails digging a little. ]
So...is there anything you'd like to try properly now that we're not in a rush? I take request.
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He'll know that John is close the more uncoordinated and out of sync his hand is with his hips. He didn't seem to mind varying things up a bit at first, slow strokes at the base and fast tugs near the head, but he can't fuck as hard as he wants to if he's focusing on doing that. Gradually his hand stills and Peter unfortunately has to do a bit more work to get himself off while John rams him hard from behind, seeking out that sweet spot that has Peter clamping down hard around him over and over and over again.]
I'm gonna cum. [A little hoarse, a little difficult to make out amidst the horny noises Peter is making on top of the couch scratching against the floorboards, but those words were definitely uttered as John unintentionally tightens his grip around Peter's cock.]
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His right hands sneak between his legs to cover John's own and finish what the man started. While he doesn't hear Constantine's warning properly, there's enough tell tall signs int eh change of rhythm and their urgency to make it clear enough. He's close as well, the muscles of his back and abs tensing up with every thrust. His free hand reaches back, grabbing onto Constantine's thigh, nails digging into the skin as a litany of yes, yes, yes falls from his lips.
A breathless groan escapes him when Constantine picks up the rhythm and jerks him, and Peter comes with a shout, so hard that white flashes behind his eyes. His body clamps down, ass clutching at the man's cock as he shakes through the waves of sensation. He does collapse forward then, the leather of the coach feels blessedly cold against his cheekbone. Peter's left panting while John's fucking into him, aftershocks rippling through his body and endorphins drowning his brain, only vaguely aware of the passing of time. ]
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You alright love? [John pets Peter on the ass a few times, laughing as he plops down unceremoniously on an unoccupied sliver of couch. He's a little tired now, but a good kind of tired. And while he's not in a hurry to throw Quill down for round two or anything, he wouldn't mind hitting the bed and indulging in a bit of light touching and comforting for a while.]
Come on, you'll be more comfortable upstairs. [And by 'you' he obviously means 'we'.]
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Peter hums as an answer, letting Constantine pet him before he moves, pliant and relaxed. He runs a hand through his hair to try and fix the mess. If anything, Peter only makes it worse. ]
I'm wonderful. Feel free to call me more often, magic involved or not.
[ This is the sort of worn out Peter enjoys more and he's got plans for the rest of the night if John doesn't want him gone already. It doesn't seem to be the case and Peter gives him a smile before his hand sneaks behind John's neck and he pulls him into a kiss before they have to get moving. ]
Sound good, handsome. Lead the way.
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When he eventually reluctantly pulls back from the kiss, he grabs the brunette by the wrist and tries to help him up, chuckling as their bodies press together again once they're both upright. He nibbles along that stubbled jaw and presses a kiss to the corner of those irresistible lips before he tugs him along to climb up the stairs.
He almost trips over a step in his hurry to get upstairs, catching himself with a hand on the floor and laughing. Yeah, he might not be able to get it up yet, but that just means they'll have more time to make out on the bed while they recover.]
Come 'ere, you. [That bed that John is shoving Peter onto is going to see a lot of action tonight.]
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He is also leaning against John with a smile and a grateful look. Walking is a bit tricky but he will get eh hang of it in a minute. The nibbling ears John a low, pleased hum and Peter murmuring praises under his breath. As they get into the room, his hands are wandering a little because he enjoys touching his partners and it's not every day that he falls into bed with a handsome British with a silver tongue. Seriously, that accent might be one of Peter's favorite things in the world. One day he needs to coach Constantine into singing something.
He chuckles when they trip and helps John up, or maybe John is helping him, it's hard to tell. They make it to the bed eventually, or rather, Constantine pushes him into it and Peter reaches out to grab the man's arm and pulls him all over him. ]
I think I like it better without appetizers on the way. The Guardian says cheekily but his voice is low and throaty and his eyes darken.
[ It feels only natural to loop his arms around John’s neck and pull him in for another kiss. There isn't as much urgency as before but no less interest either and Peter hums into the taste of their tongues together, hot and slick when he opens his mouth wider. By the time they break apart to breathe Peter's knees are nudging either side of John's thighs and his hands slide up his shoulder, nails digging a little. ]
So...is there anything you'd like to try properly now that we're not in a rush? I take request.